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A book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?

I Wonder in These Times of Death

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by RedBirdWrites

by RedBirdWrites

I cast the cares,

the human need.

For answered prayers,

come,

faithful steed.

I see the history,

the wars, the downfall.

I wonder at the mystery

of how it's all

called

for.

I talk to God,

I scream to the stars.

I consider odd

alternatives

to planetary scars.

And then the history

with its wars, its downfall,

solves for me the mystery:

none of the bloodshed

nor the killing

nor the crying

nor the lying

nor the dying

nor the racism

nor the two-face-ism

nor the hatred

really

called

for.